Epiphany (and giveaway winner)

It happens while I’m driving, taking a shower or walking – every darn time I don’t have a pen and piece of paper handy – and it always surprises me with a bucket of ideas with not enough brains to hold them all in. Oh yes, when Epiphany strikes, you better be ready cause she’s not a frequent visitor, not in my neck of the woods, anyway.

This time, it was so unexpected, I almost confused Her with the hallucinogenic side effects from standing so close to potheads in the crowd of an Arcade Fire concert. There I was, enjoying Power Out, when She hit me right in the head.

I’ve been working on this script-turned-novel for a while, now: my own version of Swan Lake, the ballet by Tchaïkovsky. I’ve been obsessed with it ever since I first started taking classical ballet, and it got me into finals at screenwriting contests, but I never really LOVED it – not like I do Rebel, I never connected as much with it. So what’s wrong with it?

I’m not a fan of magic and I hate prince/princess stories, that’s what. My carefully faithful adaptation was full of it, as was my novel’s first draft – but how to change such a big part of the story? How to make it mine without taking out the humans turning into birds and the doomed love story?

Well, thanks to a combination of strong whiffs of marijuana, good music and my old gal Epiphany, I have found it. Swan Lake is about to become Wild Swan, a super-duper dark YA fantasy that deals with unrequited love, a powerful druglord, and learning to fly.

The lesson in this? It hits you when you think you’ll never find a solution and you’re sure to fail.

I’ll look the group up shortly. Congrats on finding that solution. May I suggest an MP3 with voice recorder to keep on you when you’re out and about. That way you can gush your ideas onto it as much as you like and have it ready to transcribe when you get in.

I’ve got one of those electronic voice recorders, but hardly ever use it. I bought it when I was still driving myself to work, because the Muse liked to sneak up on me while barreling down the road at 55mph, or stuck at a light, but never stuck long enough to find pen and paper and write it down. Now that I take mass transit to work, well, you can imagine how that would go on the train… 😉 Like you, I hate the sound of my own voice.

I hear you about Epiphany. She stays away just like Inspiration does way too often. I’ve been waiting for her to show up for a while now. Ever since I realized the first draft of my WIP needs to be completely re-written!

Congrats on the ideas & the contact buzz. I can’t wait to read what you’ve got in store. It sounds fantastic, even if I do love magic in my stories! 😀

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